Page 29 of Hide and Seek
It’s after two when Myles finally shuts down his computer and calls it a night. I’ve been watching him on and off since he started, and other than what I’m assuming were piss breaks andthe one time he went to his closet to grab some snacks, he didn’t move from his desk once.
I switched from watching him on my computer to using my phone about an hour ago, and I’ve spent the last thirty minutes lying in bed while I wait for him to finish up for the night.
The room around me is dark and quiet, the only sounds being Jace’s steady breathing from his bed. Just in case he’s not sleeping as soundly as I think he is, I roll onto my side and prop my phone against a pillow.
The same as he did last night, Myles goes to his closet and pulls a case of toiletries out from within it, then disappears for about ten minutes, presumably going to the bathroom to do his nighttime routine.
When he’s back in the room, he puts his toiletries away, then walks over to his bed with his arms up over his head in a stretch. The move makes the bottom of his shirt slide up his body, revealing the dimples in his back over his full ass.
Those two little indents fascinate me, and I can’t pull my eyes away from them as he leans over the side of his bed and smooths out his sheets and comforter.
His shirt slips back down into place as he finishes fixing his bed, and I zoom in as he walks around to the other side of the bed and snaps off his bedside light.
The night vision in the camera activates, and the soft green glow from my phone screen is weirdly calming as Myles pulls off his shirt and tosses it on his desk chair.
Something in my chest twists and constricts a bit as Myles scrubs one hand through his messy hair and yawns. The weird part is that it’s one of those bone-weary yawns that distorts your face and makes it look like you’re trying to dislocate your jaw. I shouldn’t have any sort of physical reaction to it, but I do. And it isn’t the first time something like this has happened while I’ve been watching him do mundane things.
Ignoring my body’s reaction, I focus on my screen as Myles hooks his thumbs over the waistband of his sweats. But instead of pushing them down, he pauses and shifts his gaze to the window across from him. His curtains are open, and I’d be able to see all of him if I were on my perch outside his window.
The image from the camera is crystal clear, but I zoom in even more so his face fills my phone screen.
He looks thoughtful and even a little curious as he stares at the window.
He’s done this before, both when I’ve been out there observing and since I started watching the cameras. Sometimes it’s just a quick glance, and other times it’s like this, where he stares off into the distance with that curious look on his face.
Is he trying to see if I’m out there when he does that? He doesn’t seem afraid or even worried at all, and he’s never hidden himself. He could close his curtains and shut me out, or at least he could have before I planted the cameras, but he left them open, knowing that I was watching.
It’s almost like he’s continuously choosing to change his clothes or get ready to take a shower in full view of the window because hewantsme to see him like that.
Myles does this move where he drags his teeth over his bottom lip, and something low in my body tightens as a pulse of heat spreads out from my stomach.
Ignoring my body’s reaction, I watch as he looks away from the window with a shake of his head and pushes his sweatpants down over his hips so they puddle around his ankles. Fluidly, he kicks his sweatpants up into the air and catches them, then tosses them onto his chair with his shirt.
I trace my eyes over his long, lean body as he quickly strips off his socks, my gaze lingering on his thick thighs and powerful calves. Myles is in great shape, but other than when he’s wearinghis running gear, he tends to hide under oversized clothes so no one really gets to see how strong and toned he is.
No one except me.
He looks around the room one more time, his gaze pausing in the general direction of his dresser and the camera I planted, then climbs into bed.
I switch my view to the camera on his desk so I can see him when he rolls onto his side and faces his computer. His happy sigh and the little smile tilting his lips as he snuggles into his pillow are weirdly endearing, and I find myself smiling at my phone screen as he curls up and lets out another of those happy sighs.
I wait a few minutes to make sure that he’s down for the night, then shut the feed off and put my phone on my bedside table.
“Not getting invested, huh?” Jace says from across the room.
“Shut up.”
I’m not surprised he’s awake, but I’m annoyed as fuck that he caught me watching the cams so late.
“Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” he singsongs.
“Do you need me to go over there and make myself an only child? Or are you going to shut the fuck up?”
“So touchy.” He lets out a fake yawn. “You’re welcome to come over and try and commit fratricide if that’ll float your boat, but it won’t change the fact that you’re getting invested.”
“Maybe not, but at least it’ll make things quiet around here. And I’m not getting invested,” I tell him.
“Whatever you say, bro.” His bed creaks slightly as he rolls over.
